A New Resolution (13 page)

Kieran couldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t allow this beautiful woman to deny becoming who she was meant to be just because she was scared of what she had the potential to become. They all had darkness and immorality in them, but that was why a person had friends and family, to pull them back if they began to descend.

“Did you ever think that all you needed, if you ever felt yourself drifting down your father’s path, was someone to remind you of who you are?” Kieran asked gently. “Don’t worry so much about keeping yourself on a leash. Let us help you.”

“That’s a very personal thing.”

“I know, I know.” Kieran rubbed his eyes, feeling emotionally wrung out. He sent a smile Nolan’s way as he felt the man’s hand rub his back up and down. “We’re moving fast. I didn’t want to move this fast, but after having you in my arms, I don’t think I want to purposefully slow myself down anymore.”

She snorted. A snort from Miss Composed. Hell must have frozen over. “This is above and beyond unconventional.”

“It’s not as crazy as you think,” Nolan offered in the reasonable, lawyerly voice that could make Kieran hard as a lead pipe. “We know of other triad relationships that have been together and happy for years.”

“I never pictured myself being in a long-term relationship with one man, let alone two.”

“Can you see spending your time with us?” Kieran couldn’t help but ask, wanting her to say yes to them so badly. Even fighting with her felt right. “At least for now?”

“Yes. I would at least like to get to know you better. Would you like some coffee or tea? Hell, would you like to come in off the porch?”

“Coffee, light and sweet.” Nolan nodded, smiling as he guided all three of them into the house. “Kieran will have tea with sugar.”

“Light and sweet coffee,” she said with a wink. A wink? Who was this woman? “How manly.”

“Was that a joke?” Kieran asked, looking back at Nolan as he followed her into the kitchen. “I think I heard a joke.”

“Shut up.” She laughed, looking at them over her shoulder to scold them. Kieran could see her struggling to hold back a smile.

The kitchen was sparse, as he’d noticed with the entryway and living room. Off-white walls with minimal decorations and contemporary furniture that looked crisp, as though it had just come out of the packaging and no one sat on or used any of it.

Kieran and Nolan settled on tall wooden stools that had been tucked under a marble island that seemed to double as a breakfast table. Lore worked on the opposite side of the island, arranging the coffee in a standard twelve-cup coffeemaker and filling water for boiling in a red teakettle. Noticing small hints of red throughout the kitchen, it seemed as though she allowed herself one color to liven the place up other than white, gray, or black. Kieran’s artistic sensibilities were just itching to mess with the style of the house, give it some life, some color. Lord, did this place need color. It was so flat and dull, nothing like the woman who occupied the space.

He was ashamed to admit they’d had her so wrong. He had been looking forward to teaching her how to open up, not button her shirts all the way, and do little lazy things like wear sweatpants outside of yoga classes. But she knew all that. There was nothing they needed to teach her about living. Kieran just couldn’t understand what would have made her choose a life of stodgy rules and manners. What must her childhood have been like to make her erase any hints of exuberance from her life? He hoped she would one day come to trust them enough and volunteer the information. If not, he would go hunting, something he found equally pleasurable to gaining a lover’s trust. Something he had done with Nolan.

“Do you need some help?” Nolan asked, resting his arms on the marble and giving her his entire focus. She looked over her shoulder and paused for a moment, clearing her throat before answering in the negative. Kieran bumped his shoulder with Nolan’s after she turned back to the stove. He knew what it was like to be on the end of that penetrating stare, the full force of Nolan’s curiosity and attention a pleasure that could feel overwhelming when unaccustomed to it.

“How long have you lived here?” Kieran asked, wanting to keep her at ease.

“A year or so. I bought it after my mother passed.” Having finished with the drink setup, Lore moved to the fridge, pulling out some cheese and crackers and setting them on a small wooden serving tray.

“You don’t need to do all that—”

“Oh, shut it. This is what a person does when they have guests. You sit. I do the work.”

“She’s very bossy,” Nolan observed, leaning toward Kieran without taking his gaze off her.

“Think we can fuck it out of her?” Kieran mock whispered in response, watching her eyes widen as she settled in the seat across the counter. Kieran couldn’t help teasing her; she was too put together not to indulge. It was going to be so much fun unraveling this woman, inch by delicious inch.

“Hmm.” Nolan turned a devastatingly seductive smile in Kieran’s direction. It would have been a sin to let those perfectly quirked lips go to waste. Kieran wove one hand into Nolan’s kinky black curls, rubbing his other hand along a jaw so well-defined it could have cut glass. He pulled Nolan into a sweet kiss, short but no less effective in its goal to arouse and beguile the woman watching.

Kieran pulled back slowly, taking his time to lick Nolan’s pouty bottom lip and give it a small nip. Nolan’s eyes were closed, and he breathed deeply into the bliss of a kiss he’d meant to use to entice Lore. Kieran may have been successful in that endeavor, but he’d also managed to enrich his and Nolan’s already over-the-line lust to the boiling point.

A high-pitched whistling broke through Kieran’s passion-filled haze. He turned to Lore, expecting to see her rushing to pull the kettle off the stove. What he saw instead made his toes curl and his hard dick press painfully against the zipper of his slacks. Her arms were resting on the counter, she was leaning forward slightly, her eyes were glazed over, staring at their mouths, and her teeth were nibbling on her bottom lip. He wanted to do that, bite and suck that beautiful lip as he had with Nolan. There were any number of Lore’s body parts that Kieran wanted to bite and suck.

Nolan—thank the heavens for him—stood and moved around the counter to remove the kettle before it boiled over. The drop in sound brought Lore back to the present. She blushed when she caught Kieran’s knowing look and stood to pour the hot water for tea. She never got more than a foot away from her stool.

NOLAN WAS THERE, wrapping his arms around her sexy waist and lifting her.

“Put your legs around me,” he rasped, unable to control himself any longer. This woman might value everlasting control, but Nolan would excel at unraveling it. Getting her to fall to pieces and see her come would be the highlight of his evening.

He pushed her against the counter near a curtain-covered window. Her arms had instantly wrapped around his neck the second he’d pounced, and she’d kept close to his skin.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning as he saw her lust-glazed eyes. She wanted them as badly as they wanted her, and it drove him fucking crazy. He kissed her, hard and fast, biting her bottom lip and licking away the sting. He moved his hands from her waist to her thighs, inching the flowing dress up her pale, smooth legs. He rested his forehead against hers, her breath a fast breeze against his lips.

“I want to touch you,” he said, continuing his torturously slow path up her legs. “Tell me it’s okay.” He found her neck, nibbled. He could smell the fading scent of her perfume, something light with hints of cinnamon, her own personal scent enhancing any other perfume she might have favored.

Her hands clutched his face, playing with a texture of curls that were most likely unfamiliar to her, something she’d probably never given a second thought to but seemed to enjoy touching. Nolan looked up, needing to see why she was hesitating, but her eyes weren’t on him, they were on Kieran, and the reason for her hesitation made his heart ache with warmth.

“It’s okay, Lore,” Kieran said, understanding what she was asking. He left his chair and came to stand at her right, leaning his hip on the counter. “He’s yours for the taking. Let him touch you.” Kier leaned forward, every inch of him pure, sexy mischief. “His hands are magic.”

Lore turned back to Nolan, a hesitant yet small smile on her face. She nodded, trailing her hands to rest atop Nolan’s, and assisted him in pushing her dress up farther. She wore black lace, a fabric so soft and decadent one tug would tear it, which was exactly what Nolan did.

The garment fluttered silently to the floor, their heavy breathing the soundtrack for the evening. He finished journeying up her smooth skin, resting his thumbs at the apex of her thighs and pussy. He could feel the heat of her so close. She kept the dark curls surrounding her wet entrance closely shorn, but the rest was perfectly smooth. She was perfection.

“Do something,” she moaned, wriggling her hips to get his fingers where she wanted.

“Stop bossing us around.” Kieran chuckled, leaning forward to shut her up with a demanding kiss.

Nolan moved his thumbs toward her center and instantly felt the slick wetness of her arousal. It coated his fingers completely when he spread her lips wide open.

“Kier, you need to feel how wet she is. She’s like hot honey.”

Kieran slid his hand between her legs, a forefinger slipping into her cunt with ease. “Fuck, you’re gripping me tight, baby.” Kier added his middle finger, then scissored them, thrusting in and out. Her hands clutched Nolan’s shirt, her teeth biting into that bottom lip again, her moans and gasps for breath so sweet as she tried to move her hips on his fingers. Kieran braced her leg up by the knee, allowing him to stretch her wide and stand next to Nolan between her legs.

“Ah,” she moaned again, letting go of Nolan to brace her hands on the counter and lift her hips to fuck Kieran’s fingers. She was moving as fast as he was, her head thrown back in abandon. Who was this wild and lascivious woman, moaning and cursing without any shame? It was intoxicating to watch. Nolan wished he had a third hand so he could jerk himself off to the timing of her thrusts. He slipped a finger in to join Kieran’s. The walls of her sex were pulsing, tightening on their digits. If that’s how her pussy gripped his finger, how tight would she be around his cock? He needed,
needed
to feel her come around his cock. Not tonight, but soon.

“Nolan,” she groaned, raising her head to look at him. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips before speaking. “Touch my clit. Please. Fast. Fuck, I need to come. I need you to touch my— Yes, right there! I’m coming!”

Kieran growled as he leaned forward to swallow her cries with a ravaging kiss. Nolan didn’t want to miss out on the action. He nudged his face next to theirs and transformed the mating into a three-way kiss, a well-practiced move between him and Kieran and their myriad of former female lovers. But it became something different with her, something more.

As she came down from her orgasm, her pussy continuing to spasm around Nolan’s and Kieran’s fingers, Nolan slowed his thrusting to a light grinding. He didn’t want to remove his hands, didn’t want the moment to end. She pulled back from their kiss, and she was transformed. It was as if they had never met her before. Her slumped, relaxed pose, leaning back against the cabinets, hair mussed and mouth red and swollen from their kisses and licks, made her look like a drunken, sex-crazed debauched female. Words he would never have used to describe her before this moment. He loved it. He especially loved the little smile she was sporting and how she continued to wear it as she leaned forward to kiss him and Kieran individually.

“Thank you for that,” she said, pulling back. “Can I have my leg back?” she asked Kieran with a wink. Another wink. Who was this wild woman?

“I don’t think I want to give it back,” Kieran whispered, sounding a bit shell-shocked. “What happens when I give it back?”

“Do either of you have to go to work tomorrow morning?”

“No, I can work from home,” Nolan murmured, staring down at the juncture of her legs, wanting to taste the wetness trickling onto the counter.

“I do work from home,” Kieran answered, his voice hoarse.

“Well then, I am going to turn off the coffee, since clearly that isn’t happening, and we can go upstairs and talk or sleep or whatever.” Her hazy glee was momentarily replaced by a stern look as she pointed at them. “No sex tonight.”

“Sure.”

“Okay.”

She nodded at their answers and continued, “But I’m not a cruel woman, and I would never leave two men who pleasured me so completely hanging. So again, can I have my leg back?”

She wanted to do something about their blue balls? “Give her back her leg, Kieran.”

He did. Promptly. They helped her down from the counter and followed her every move as she did exactly what she said she would. She first poured out the water from the kettle, then turned the coffeepot off, stating that what had brewed would be fine to drink in the morning. Nolan didn’t care about coffee. He just wanted to see what she meant by not wanting to leave them hanging.

“Kieran, grab the cheese plate; we’ll probably need a little something to nibble on upstairs.” Her hands went to her back and the very distinct sound of a zipper lowering echoed throughout the kitchen. “Nolan, since Kieran has his hands full, it is up to you to get him naked, along with yourself.” She turned to leave, heading toward the entryway where a staircase was located. “You both better be naked by the time you get to my bedroom.”

“Get me naked,” Kieran groaned as they watched her walk away. Her unzipped dress slid toward the ground with each sway of her hips. Then she stepped out of it deftly, not even pausing to pick it up. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and they’d ripped that black lace off earlier. She was completely naked.

“Coming?” she called over her shoulder. They could hear as her feet reached the stairs, ascending at a steady pace.

“I hope soon,” Nolan mumbled, taking care of his clothes first before helping Kieran out. Nolan moved to run after her, but Kieran stopped him with a firm hand on his cock. The man stroked him, just the way he loved, circling the tip with each upward stroke. Kieran’s lips found his, a voracious kiss to match their climbing need.